2 The Start

The princess Avela had woken up next to the prince sleeping in the same bed. His presence next to her was uncomfortable. She quickly got up and put on the clothes the servants left her. Avela left the room and wondered around her new home. It was spacious for two people but not enough to house a big family. This was probably the place for the concubines and wives to live in. The royal children usually lived in the Green Palace. Even some higher nobles' sons would live there as well. Avela had hoped last night was the last time before she was pregnant. This was the second time since they didn't want to take chances and the King expected a child very soon. Avela and the prince avoided each other like the plague and only did it again to make sure something would happen. The prince was still cold as ever and insisted on drinking until he would for sure forget everthing. Avela went down to the kitchens to see if food was available. The servants immediatly left the room so she could eat in peace. She had been here for a month and had gotten used to the solidarity and lonely days. Most of what she did was just sit in the garden, thinking about her home before she left to get married. Avela had hoped something would happen but it was always the same. Solitude and quiet. She finished eating when she had the urge to throw up. She ran to the washroom and puked all she had eaten. This had been happening since a few weeks after her first night here. She knew she was already pregnate but wanted to make sure. Thats why Avela went for a second time. Now it could almost be assured as even the maids assigned to her started seeing the signs.

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(9 months later)

Avela sat in a home hospital at the Palace of Glass. Birthing doctors surrounded her bed as she entered labor. She knew she was in for a long time of pain before the baby would finally come out. She had been schooled in all the possibilities of birthing a royal Froth child. If the child was blessed by a god, then she was in one hell of a situation. On the other hand, if the child was normal it would only be around 12 hours of struggle. Any unhealthiness of the child or defect, it would be deemed miscarrage. Even if the doctors had to kill it ouside of the mother. The Froth Empire did not have any weak offspring no matter what. The last possibility was that the child could be a patron of the gods. A child birthed on earth to fix a future disaster that the fates deemed horrific. The gods favoured the Earthlings and favoured them immensely.They sent down a saviour every 18 years before a disaster ending in extinction occurs. This saviour would posess great powers and represent a different god, depending on the future disater. The babe blessed with this responisibilty had the divine essence of that god and usually, the mother would not survive the flood of power expelling her. The most cases of this birth, the mothers were all ladies of Froth blood or the fathers were Froth royalty. So it was highly likely of a divine birth in the Froth family bloodline, although it was very rare. Avela was prepared to give her life for her child but she did not want to leave before seeing her baby. She held on for dear life as hours passed with contraction after contraction. After 21 hours in labor, a baby girl was born. She had come out with her eyes open, showing off her beauty. They were a grey-green mix like her mother an father with a dark blue ring circling the iris. The little girl was quiet until she seemed to have realized that she wasn't with her mother. She wailed so loud the ground shook and only until she felt her mother arms did she stop. Avela looked down with love and absolute devotion to her new reason in life. She handed her little girl to a maid to clean. She looked at the process when she suddenly coughed. Avela saw red on her hand. The doctors rushed about to help with worried looks. They knew this child was special. Either blessed of she was a saviour. Avela's heart rate dropped and she was declining into deaths pull. She knew she was beyond return and shooed the doctors away. She reached out for her daughter and pulled her close. "Blake Layla. Princess and Saviour of both Froth and the Battula," with that Princess Avela died, and a new life was declared.